iroll18mthafucka

i remember my dreams alot. they can be epic at times. i usually have an idea where theyre coming from. but sometimes they are otherworldly. the ones i had when my friend recently died (in july 04) were appropriate. they were helping me heal. while i understand the dying thing well, the loss still blows. no future get togethers in this skin. but here is the first i had: i was in a huge library. i was looking at books of martial art forms. my dead friend comes up next to me and non-chalontly looks my way and says nothing. i realize im dreaming and begin to get upset at seeing my dead friend. the book i was reading becomes unreadable, couldnt figure out the pictures because i was so upset. he turns and looks at me, says: dont be a fag.its ok. i woke up laughing and my healing started that day. i had two more since.